“Travis, I think I’m more into dudes.” I blushed red, feeling nervous as hell. Gay sex “But you’re trying to tell me something.”I nodded. I’d never felt anything that powerful, with man or woman. “THAT’s how you should feel every time, Kyle,” he said simply, a proud look on his face as he scooted up to lie against the headboard. “Jesus, Travis,” I hissed, words finally coming back to me. I was leaking like crazy. “I won’t say all chicks are put off by it, but maybe 9 out of 10 are.””Whoa,” I said, sympathetic, though I’d never faced anything like that. I had a bigger house than a divorced man could make use of, and truth be told I relished the company of my little brother living with me.Only Travis wasn’t little any more. The physicality and the feel of all that beefy muscle covering me made me hard. Into his big Steamroller bulk. “My Grindr guy for the night called it off. “More basic than that,” he said. Travis probably was too. Finally he lifted himself up, and I gasped. I expected to feel bad in the sober light of day, and for sure my asshole felt sore and battered. I loved it, and realized it was just what I was missing over
